After a while, things quieted down. My father sat on the couch and lit up a cigarette. My sister Eileen walked out in tears, slamming the door behind her. The rest of them went to their rooms, except Kevin. He settled down next to Mom, who snuggled with me on the sofa. She asked him if he was all right, leaned over and kissed the top of his head. Mom cried all night long. “My poor children,” she said over and over as she wept.
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